"Wake up, dummy!"
Splash!
"Wha–"
A rush of cold water hit his face.
A pair of round brown eyes suddenly opened. Mouth wide, he gasped for air. Dripping wet, he quickly wiped his face with his shirt sleeve. Heon glared at the perpetrator.
Sunny chuckled. "You look like a poor stray dog in the rain."
"I'll get you back–"
"I'll let you keep on dreaming, but the old geezer wants us to gather. Said we have to move fast or something."
Gritting his teeth, Heon tried to redeem his anger.
Aaric Langhorne's house was not huge, nor a spacious one, by design. However, he got enough decorations to compensate for the lack of space. Or, now that he thought about it, the house felt a little crowded due to the decorations hanging by the walls or standing in the corners.
